Many have wealth and yet are poor, But what of the world have I? I've a wealth of roses round my door, I'm rich and you wonder why. I've a patch of grass that's a velvet green,— It is washed by the rain and dew,— I've a lot of birds that sing in my trees, And a rainbow garden too! Tho many have more of the world than I, I've more than I really need, For some have nothing of trees and flowers, While to me they are friends indeed. To the world I came with an empty hand, And thus will I leave it too, But think of the things I have had as mine, Where my rainbow garden grew! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOWER OF SKULLS by ISAAC ROSENBERG ON MY THIRTY-THIRD BIRTHDAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LOVE'S BREATH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 126 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 148 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 37 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |